tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953974385564391292018-03-07T10:09:35.938-08:00MoreA little glimpse of our life as we strive to love kids, animals, and the planet God has shared with us.Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-69485194709822791662014-01-28T21:24:00.003-08:002014-01-28T21:25:14.600-08:00Growing, Attaching, and Surviving<div class="MsoNormal">Growing, Attaching, and Surviving</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">These words describe the three places I’m in with each of our three boys right now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>If someone would have told me just a few years ago that at 30, Justin and I would have 3 teen/preteen boys in our family, I would have said you were crazy. This season in our life has been a challenge, even painful at times, but also so fulfilling and life giving.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Growing</div><div class="MsoNormal">I am so excited for what’s to come for this young man. In the beginning of our journey together, he (at times) drove me crazy with his sarcasm (his defense- keeping everyone at arms length), his need to be right (his fight for some control), and his chatter (if I’m quiet, you might see who I really am).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I now enjoy his questions, sense of humor, and desire to show you just how smart he really is- and actually believing it for himself too! It makes my heart smile that his question “Do you actually love me?” has turned to a statement “You guys really love me, huh?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He is beginning to believe that the corrections, the re-dos, the conversations are not meant to criticize, but to challenge. He is GROWING.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Attaching</div><div class="MsoNormal">I feel like I have always had a bond with this young man.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He is strong, but sensitive; he is silly, but deep; he is trusting, but guarded.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I love that we can hang out together and be comfortable without having to say a single word, or go from talking about music to our deepest fears in 2 minutes flat. I cannot imagine our family without this great kiddo as a part of it somehow. 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We are SURVIVING.&nbsp;<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></div>Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-91910001831092574262013-08-20T21:43:00.001-07:002013-08-20T21:43:39.763-07:00A moment with DSo now that I'm back at work and the boys are back at school, I want to take some time and reflect on some of the moments I've had with my boys this summer. For people who read my blog, but don't know us personally, we now have 3 foster sons (D-14, E-14, and A-12). D and E came to us this summer through some definitely God-ordained circumstances. This summer, being full time mom to 3 tween/teen boys has by far been one of the greatest, but most rewarding things I've ever done. I've grown and learned so much about God, being a parent, and about myself (like I could never be a stay at home mom- God bless you all).<br /><br />My moment with D: Last weekend D and I got to spend some time alone together (alone time with a kid is a precious commodity at our house). We were cleaning up after breakfast and I asked him to put up the milk. In his best teenage attitude he exclaimed "Gosh- I will!" * A little insight into our home- there are 2 things we DO NOT tolerate under any circumstance- disrespect and intentional physical harm to others.* In our home, we do re-dos in which parent and child or child-child must replay the scenario until we can all do it respectfully. This particular morning, it took us about 7 times to get it right and immediately after resulted in D storming off to the front porch. After a little cool down time, I ventured outside to see him crying. He immediately said "you're mad at me!" At that moment I realized that this kid has never had discipline without anger attached. I could have engaged into a power struggle, but I (by the grace of God) realized that this kid needed to know that discipline shows that I do love him and care about the person he is becoming.&nbsp; It was amazing to see the realization and almost disbelief on his face- I'm still not sure he buys it, but I think we are slowly but surely breaking down some walls.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-60689804074024591622013-07-09T22:41:00.000-07:002013-07-09T22:41:11.153-07:00Just a foster family <style><!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --></style> <br /><div class="MsoNormal">So, multiple times this week I have been asked why Justin and I don’t adopt kids that we foster. While we have many friends who have adopted, which is such an amazing thing, it’s just not where our heart is. As foster parents, especially to teens, we are not traditional parents- we are mentors, counselors, teachers, advice givers. For some kids, we are the stepping stone to finding their “forever family”, for some the place of healing on their way back home, for some a small piece of their big picture. We have days in which we really don’t like our kids, but rely on the love that God has given us to pour into them. We have days of breakthroughs and great joy. We have days in which we feel more like professionals than parents- strategizing, analyzing, documenting, etc. I mean what parent keeps behavior logs on their children or write down events that preceded all 15 meltdowns of the day. It’s kinda weird, but it’s what our kids need. It’s what we need too- God has put (at least in me- I can’t speak for Justin) a scientific mind that craves to discover what makes our kids tick and then go with it, whether it’s martial arts, talking in one of my many personas, animal care, or even screaming along to some Lincoln Park (E’s favorite). It is so fulfilling to find the thing that works to calm them, to increase their confidence, to connect, or to get them to actually talk to you- it’s a part of what God has made me to do. I hope that in the years to come many children will pass through our lives and maybe some will even come back to visit as a part of our “unofficial”, “no paperwork required” forever family. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></div>Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-68516557110846433682013-04-07T10:19:00.001-07:002013-04-07T10:27:11.814-07:00The boiling point...So, let me preface this by saying- this post will mainly be me complaining about problems in the foster care system so you've been warned.<br /><br />Long story short, my Saturday consisted of being beat up while driving a vehicle, police involvement, and spending 6 hours in the ER.<br /><br />We have been seeing some drastic changes in behavior in T over the past month (threatening family members with weapons, $800 in property damage, and strange behaviors like growling and barking at strangers) and have been requesting help (through regular respite, in home therapy, and a behavior coach).&nbsp; While I understand that social workers, GALs, and therapists are busy, continuing to get "we are working on it" as a response begins to get frustrating week after week. I wonder if these supports were put in place 2 months ago when we started asking, if we would be at the place we are now.&nbsp; <br /><br />We always expected being foster parents to high risk kids would be difficult f<i>or us</i>, but we didn't really stop and think of how it affects<i> them</i>.<br /><br />It feels really unfair to have a child scared to be in his home because of a sibling, having nightmares, and anxiety attacks at school. Home should be a safe place, a respite.<br /><br />On the other hand, it is also unfair to expect a child exposed to extreme domestic violence to behave in a safe way. When all you've seen is violence, how are you supposed to react to anger, frustration, and fear? When you have been in residential and day treatment settings where when you get out of control someone controls your body for you (through restraints, safe rooms, etc.); how are you supposed to be able to control yourself (since foster parents are required to be hands off). I don't understand why I have the training to restrain kids safely in the public schools, but when it comes to my own home, I can't even truly defend myself or protect the other kids in my home by safely removing a child to a neutral place.&nbsp; <br /><br />We feel like we truly cannot help both of these kids without hurting one or the other and that's a really sucky place to be...Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-20167103005969889252013-02-17T20:49:00.000-08:002013-02-17T20:49:05.891-08:00Going back to the start...Today was one of those days in foster parenting where I sometimes question why God put this desire in my heart... a slap in the face, three&nbsp; police officers, and home destruction can make you question "Are you sure about this God!".<br /><br />So we have had a new kiddo in our house for a little over a month now. He is such a scared little boy with lots of anger; he has traveled from home to home; facility to facility; from rejection to rejection, but sometimes that piece of his story is so hard to remember. T has flat out told us- "I know you guys are just gonna give up on me like every other family has!" This little boy has lost so much in his short life and wow do we have a LOT of trust to build. I have to keep in my mind, every meltdown, every hit/kick/punch is proving to him that we won't give up on him, that we care about him. Not to say that I like him every minute of the day. Sometimes being a foster parent (and I'm sure a bio parent too) really shows me what a sacrifice God makes everyday when he chooses to love us in spite of us, when we discipline and set boundaries because we love, when we let someone less powerful than us hurt us. <br /><br />This experience has also taught me a ton about growth and how God can change us. Since we have had our kids more long term, I think J and I sometimes forget where we started on our journey as a foster family. I remember when A first moved in with us and J thought they would never have a connection- now they have such a neat bond as we have earned A's trust! It is almost comical to watch how A looks up to J and seeks his approval- fist bumps, jump hugs, and 'right man?'s.<br /><br />If you can, pray for our family- I know God has called us to love tough kids, but some days it is a daunting task. We are so thankful to have people supporting us even when we struggle.&nbsp; &nbsp; Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-67504740673618527172013-01-01T08:36:00.002-08:002013-01-01T09:09:59.883-08:00A Year of DiscomfortSo I stopped blogging for quite awhile this year- mainly because we were blessed to have a second foster son added to our family for a time. &nbsp;The hard thing was this child, who was adopted about a year ago by some of our friends, was a child brought into our care by a major disruption in their family. &nbsp;I didn't feel like it was right to write about us with everything going on so...<br /><br />Long story short, this has been one of the most challenging years in my life, in my marriage, and in our new family. I have also been blessed in so many ways this year- I have been a part of two amazing groups of women who have challenged me, allowed me to be vulnerable, and even listened to me complain about my crazy life. So in the spirit of vulnerability here was our 2012.<br /><br />2012 started with Justin and I in marriage counseling- we knew that if we were going to parent kids from trauma, there were a LOT of things we needed to work on. &nbsp;I can't speak for Justin, but for me that period of challenge and change was one of the hardest things I have ever done. &nbsp;Through some hard work and some tears, I was able to see how my background and my personality had really turned me into a people pleasing person who had really lost herself in everyone else. &nbsp;I also discovered that when you get healthy and set boundaries, it makes some people mad! &nbsp;(and I am now OK with that!)<br /><br />So 2 weeks after our last counseling session, we were licensed foster parents. &nbsp;We really questioned if the timing was right, but God told us GO! A few days later we met our current kiddo- A. &nbsp;A quirky and hurting 10 year old boy. &nbsp;(You can read about some of our first adventures with A in previous posts!)<br /><br />It's hard to think that we have only been parents about 7 months- it's definitely been trial by fire!<br /><br />We have been to more appointments than I could imagine... we have been told that a child would most likely never live independently as an adult... we have been through (multiple) 4-5 hour meltdowns... we have had runaways... and police and firetrucks at our house<br /><br />but through all of that, we have seen joy... love... attachment... growth!<br /><br />Through this foster care journey, we have really changed so much. &nbsp;We have gone from saying "I don't know if we can do this" to "I cannot imagine not parenting these kids". &nbsp;We are now working on our therapeutic foster care license (which is pretty much just a little more training) and we hope to be a healing place for kids on their way to find their forever homes.<br /><br />Yesterday we got to meet our new foster son who will be moving into our home in a few weeks- T is a 9 year old boy who is currently living in a residential facility. &nbsp;He is such a cool kid who is so full of life! &nbsp;His therapist emailed us after our visit- he wants to live with us, but he doesn't feel like he will ever be good enough to get to live with us. &nbsp;That absolutely breaks my heart that this boy would feel that he needs to "shine himself up" to be deserving of love and a family. &nbsp;It's such a picture of what so many of us (myself included) say to God. <br /><br />We don't know what 2013 has in store, but we know God is at work within our family- whatever that will look like this year!<br /><br /><br /><br />Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-45132943100431718042012-07-18T14:22:00.000-07:002012-07-18T14:23:11.055-07:00I am a foster mom... and so can you!Sorry- just had to reference <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Am-America-So-Can-You/dp/1602527288">Stephen Colbert</a> sometime in this blog!<br />God has been asking me to write lately, but I don't feel like I can express what he wants so here I go anyway. The past few weeks I have been challenged, stretched, and rewarded as a mom. (By the way it still feels weird to call myself a mom and at times I don't feel I have "earned" the title in my 9 weeks of parenting!) I am reading an amazing book with an amazing group of women called <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Gifts-Imperfection-Supposed-Embrace/dp/159285849X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1342644534&amp;sr=8-1&amp;keywords=imperfection+brene+brown">The Gifts of Imperfection</a>. In this book Ms. Brown's simple words, "we can't give our children something we don't have" really caught me. A few short months ago I would not have been able to give my (foster) son courage, security, self worth, or even acceptance of self, all of which are things he TRULY needs! I can now see God using me to pour these things into his life. A few weeks ago A attended <a href="http://tnl.org/rfkc">Royal Family Kids Camp</a>, a week long summer camp for kids in the foster system. On the morning we drove to the church, he begged, pleaded, and even cried to not make him go, to not send him away! Even though we had done lots of prep about camp, he was TERRIFIED! I was able to get him on the bus and when he returned from camp his first words were "thanks for making me be brave and go!" What a success!&nbsp; During our home visits and GAL visits this month we were told that A was doing great, was demonstrating a lot less anxiety, and that we were doing a great job parenting and being patient and realistic in our expectations. I don't say these things to brag on Justin and myself, but to say that if the two of us broken and definitely imperfect parents can do this- so can you! I hear all the time from people "I could never do what you do", "that must be so hard", or "I'm glad there are people like you."&nbsp; I truly cannot accept that it is God's will that there are <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2y9OGli2qGs&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;noredirect=1">143 million orphans</a> in our world right now. So many times I question "Is God not calling enough people?", "are we not listening to God's call to care for these children and their families?" I don't know the answer and I understand that not everyone will choose this life. I share our story because I believe that we would not have chosen this path if others (Brandy and TJ) had not shared their stories and their lives with us. &nbsp; &nbsp;Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-9110861949229121712012-06-22T10:32:00.001-07:002012-06-22T10:32:15.420-07:00Camping, and s'mores and mood swings- oh my!The past two weeks have been some of the best and also some of our toughest weeks yet.&nbsp; Last week we took A on his first camping trip. First of all- it is so sad that an almost 11 year old has never been on a hike, built a campfire, eaten a s'more, or slept in a tent.&nbsp; We figured he would love it or hate it and thankfully- he loved it!&nbsp; During our 7 mile hike (yes he hiked 7 miles!) he kept saying, "I feel like a king!&nbsp; This is amazing!"&nbsp; When we asked when he wanted to camp again he said, "Can we come back tomorrow night?" One thing that we didn't realize is that we left his ADHD medicine at home. Whoops!&nbsp; With all the exercise and no technology and the fresh air- he was such a happy kid.&nbsp; When we returned home we had to start his ADHD meds back- per county regulations.&nbsp; He was back to our somewhat depressed and moody kid.&nbsp; We started noticing that on his meds- he could go from happy kid to being in tears in a split second.&nbsp; We would be in bed saying prayers all smiles and all of a sudden he would start yelling and crying about _____ (insert random topic).&nbsp; It was so hard to see his little brain be so out of control and seeing him so distraught and unable to understand what he was even upset about.&nbsp; We started researching his meds and side effects of them are: mood swings, depression, loss of appetite (all of the things he was showing us)&nbsp; Thankfully we had a staffing this week and have 2 amazing and supportive social workers who set up a medication appointment for us with his psychologist for the next day.&nbsp; We had all of our documentation, our notes, our record keeping and to our pleasant surprise- the doctor was on board!&nbsp; A has been med free for 3 days and we are seeing a much happier, more in control kiddo.&nbsp; He is still very hard on himself and pretty emotional, but we can now "talk him down" and are hopefully building some self-worth into his little brain that has been told "I don't care about you, you're not important/good enough/etc."&nbsp; We are hoping that continuing to eliminate processed foods, getting lots of exercise, and continuing our therapy he will be able to go off or drastically reduce his meds.&nbsp; With research showing that kids in foster care are medicated between 4-12 times more than kids with biological families, I feel like we have to speak up for our kids and what we are seeing.&nbsp; Also just a tip for other foster parents out there- document, document, document- our MD was great, but she was really convinced by our "behavior and food journals".&nbsp; When we were seeing odd behavior- we wrote it down, when he didn't want to eat- we wrote it down.&nbsp; This really helped her to make a definite decision.&nbsp; Thanks for everyone out there praying for us or thinking about us! &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-81110257089223934802012-06-06T20:55:00.002-07:002012-06-06T21:01:58.932-07:00First do no harmSo- when doctors take the Hippocratic Oath I guess it just applies to physical harm.<br /><br />I'm amazed that we've gone this long, but today we had our first (awful/awkward?) encounter today as a foster family.&nbsp; I expected it from well meaning strangers, or friends who just don't understand, but from a doctor who works exclusively with foster children....&nbsp; So we go in for our required physical today and the doctor asks "So you are the new mom? Are you adopting Avery?"<br />Me- "umm, we are a therapeutic foster home"<br />Doc- "Wasn't he getting adopted by another family? Do you have his brother and sister?"<br />Me- "We just have Avery."<br />Doc- "So how long do you have him."<br />Me-&nbsp; "We don't really know"<br />Doc- "Did he do something wrong, any behavior that got him kicked out of the house?"<br />Me- staring dumbfounded/giving him the did you really just ask me that in front of my kid look!<br />Doc- "Did they just not want him?" <br />Me- As I'm trying not to punch the doctor in the face or at least grab his ear to drag him out of the room like an old Southern grandmother "I'm not privy to all that information"<br /><br />To top it all off he just continues the exam like he didn't just break the heart of my child all over again.<br />On a good note- he is retiring in 2 weeks!Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-56146116324864480212012-05-31T18:39:00.000-07:002012-05-31T18:39:10.644-07:00The Waiting (Room)On Tuesday our foster care journey really began- Justin and I sat in the waiting room of a therapist's office while our future foster son was being told that he was not being adopted with his brother and sister and was instead coming to live with us "a therapeutic foster home".&nbsp; As we sat I didn't know how to feel- sad, nervous, unprepared, underqualified.... basically scared out of my mind.&nbsp; It resembled my memory of my wedding day when it was only me left in the quiet little room, that "oh my gosh- this is really going to happen" kind of feeling.&nbsp; As we have started to move forward with life I just can't give enough (even though I am giving everything I possibly can) and I am truly understanding that love is not enough for these wounded hurting children.&nbsp; I never realized how much I would have to trust HIM and know that HIS hand is in it all and just hope that I don't get in the way.Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-46538817757590336342012-02-02T16:52:00.000-08:002012-02-02T16:54:37.548-08:00Food SavingsWith the instability lately with Justin's work, we have been trying to find some ways to cut our budget.&nbsp; We discovered that food costs were one of our biggest expenses as we buy organic whenever we can and eat very little processed food.&nbsp; I did some research and came across a book called <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Your-Grocery-Americas-Cheapest-Family/dp/1400202833">Cut Your Grocery Bill in Half</a>.&nbsp; It is written by "America's Cheapest Family" and wow did it really change the way I now shop and cook.&nbsp; The good thing is that none of the strategies involve clipping coupons for hours or shopping 10 different stores each week- in fact one of the best tips that I am using is grocery shopping once a month.&nbsp; It sounds a little crazy- but here is how it works:<br />1. Make a list of every meal you know how to make- I separated my list into different types of protein and vegetarian recipes<br />2. Look at your calendar for the month and plug in meals based on how busy your day is...i.e. if I will be in meetings at work till 7pm I'm doing a pot roast in the crock pot or if I am home at 3 I might make a more intricate meal. (You really only need about 20 meals because you will do leftovers about 2 nights per week)<br />3. Make a list of every item you need to make each of your meals, then cross items off your list that you already have in your kitchen<br />4. Check your store circular and decide which store has the majority of your items on sale.<br />5. If you have time check coupons- don't clip coupons for things you don't have on your list!<br /><br />After just a couple months of doing this- we have saved a tremendous amount of money (and time) just by shopping once a month- I never realized how much I was spending just to stop by and pick up "a few things".<br /><br />On my next post I'll talk about my once a month cooking day and a few other tips I picked up from the book.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-11081543136818799182012-01-31T16:52:00.001-08:002012-01-31T17:00:13.283-08:00New Year, New BlogAfter a long hiatus, I have decided to come back to the blog world. After talking to a few friends and co-workers I found out that Justin and I do a lot of things that are out of the ordinary- from vermiculture (worm farming) to fair trade to preparing for foster care- I guess we do things our own way. I hope to use this blog to inspire people who want to go green(er), become passionate about social justice, or maybe need some new vegetarian recipes. I hope I learn from all of you as well.Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-44228183816431222932009-05-21T20:51:00.000-07:002009-05-21T20:53:30.642-07:00I've been a bad poster lately... I guess because I really haven't had much to say. I think I'm battling that line between contentment and longing for something more. Anyone else ever been there? Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-68548154055957449462009-03-26T19:17:00.000-07:002009-03-26T19:26:03.820-07:00Husband Training<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/Scw4rdM2onI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DbDA5P8QrxE/s1600-h/100_1726.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/Scw4rdM2onI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DbDA5P8QrxE/s320/100_1726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317687579241783922" /></a>Does anyone else have this problem with their significant other? I mean- I really love my husband, don't get me wrong, but how hard is it? I decided to use my frustration in a creative way rather than nagging for the 1000th time. I think we both got a little chuckle out of it.Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-82738527255159149532009-02-08T20:37:00.000-08:002009-02-08T20:48:05.327-08:00TimeSo obviously this is an appropriate post for someone who hasn't posted in 2 months! I have been really struggling with time management, especially as it relates to my spiritual life the past couple months. It really made me think about how we, as Americans, spend our time. We are obsessed with schedules, calendars, etc. Many of us have our days planned out to the second, packed full of things we "have to do". I've been thinking about how we Western culture people are the only people who live this way. I learned in a multicultural class in grad school that there are time driven cultures and event driven cultures. I love (traditional, not Americanized) hispanic culture... people get up when the sun comes up, they eat when they get hungry, they take a siesta when they get tired and a little too hot, work again till they hit a stopping point, and go home and enjoy their family gatherings. Think about tribal nations in Africa... do they wake up to the alarm clock, punch in at the time clock, eat at 12:00 sharp? While all people groups have struggles, I dream what it might be like to feel that kind of freedom. I don't think God ever intended us to be a slave to the clock, to the schedule. I think we as a culture should work less, spend less, and enjoy experiences in life! We only get to do this once and I think we as a culture have missed the boat.Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-66797459650752997552008-12-24T14:09:00.000-08:002008-12-24T14:16:39.304-08:00PhillyI can't believe that I haven't posted since almost Thanksgiving! Don't give up on me. This past weekend Justin and I got to go to Philadelphia (I had to attend a conference for work and I asked him to tag along). While we were there, we decided to stay an extra day and play around in the city. I've been up the east coast into New York and the surrounding area and Justin has never been anywhere northeast. I was worried that we wouldn't really like it b/c I hated New York when I visited. We really had a great time though... Philly is less hustle and bustle than NY and there were so many historic sights- the Liberty Bell, the original Bill of Rights, the building where they held the first Continental Congress. It left us a little awestruck to know that we were standing in the room the Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, etc. stood when pour nation was first beginning. The architecture was beautiful as well! We also had to go to South Philly and have a cheesesteak... actually we had 3 while we were there. If you ever go to Philly- go to Jim's- it was definitely our favorite! I'll add pictures later...<div><br /></div><div>Hope everyone has a Merry Christmas!</div>Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-55663649844607646892008-12-03T18:32:00.000-08:002008-12-03T18:47:48.972-08:00Dogs, dogs, and more dogs...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/STdES7_bgJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/xPiyIExLmOk/s1600-h/100_0624.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/STdES7_bgJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/xPiyIExLmOk/s320/100_0624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275760580619894930" /></a>This is Minnie (the black one) and Freddie (the tan below) <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/STdESkVPeUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BrWbZWHOjZM/s1600-h/100_0623.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/STdESkVPeUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BrWbZWHOjZM/s320/100_0623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275760574268930370" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/STdESEVBbxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-YUVCydv9tk/s1600-h/100_1024.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/STdESEVBbxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-YUVCydv9tk/s320/100_1024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275760565678075666" /></a>These are of the Maltese mix- Justin was calling her Fluffy, but the name doesn't really fit her- she's pretty fiesty!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/STdER_R4BkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-M-Dc2HDqvI/s1600-h/100_1018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/STdER_R4BkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-M-Dc2HDqvI/s320/100_1018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275760564322698818" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/STdERStHWeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/neX4Qlvy534/s1600-h/100_1020.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/STdERStHWeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/neX4Qlvy534/s320/100_1020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275760552357353954" /></a><br />So I guess I've kinda fallen off of the blogger scene for a little while, but like my title suggests, our life has been consumed by dogs, dogs, and more dogs lately. A few weeks ago we took in a momma lab with 8 puppies as well as 4 additional dogs (not including Rita ad Tigo). Two (Freddie and Minnie) we got adopted to 2 families in Wisconson and we took them to Dallas over Thanksgiving to start their travel. They are now with their new families and doing great. Another was a little maltese mix- we think someone tried to kill her by spilling some type of chemical on her. As you can see, she's making it ok and hopefully she'll be adopted soon. We also have a new pit bull named Olivia. She had an eye removed today because she was either attacked or it rotted out. She is very scared, but has such a sweet temperment. We are so missing our acre of land in Monticello as 14 dogs are a little much in a duplex (good thing my dad is an animal lover!) Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-89965104496014660692008-11-12T19:27:00.000-08:002008-11-12T19:33:40.544-08:001/2 Marathon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SRue9rbJWUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7apuNLdi7bY/s1600-h/100_0776.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SRue9rbJWUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7apuNLdi7bY/s320/100_0776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267978971605719362" /></a>So this happened a few weeks ago, but I just never got around to posting it. I convinced my mom that she should walk a 1/2 marathon with me (I thought about asking her to run... but there was no chance of that). We trained by walking 6 miles at first and adding a mile a week until we were up to 13. I was so proud of her especially b/c we finished in 3 hrs 20 minutes, a whole hour faster than she thought she would be able to do! I really think it was good for her b/c she has somewhat low self-esteem and it was nice for her to do something she never thought she would do.Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-23024056393542035622008-11-04T21:20:00.000-08:002008-11-04T21:27:03.383-08:00Funny stuff<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SREuHEkaHqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/A4S4cJiQV_c/s1600-h/100_0809.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SREuHEkaHqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/A4S4cJiQV_c/s320/100_0809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265040138393231010" /></a>This is Tiger, one of our fosters- I was trying to photograph some of our new dogs for our website, but he was quite curious about what I was doing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SREuG1TojFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ggjQFVl3Wek/s1600-h/100_0778.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SREuG1TojFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ggjQFVl3Wek/s320/100_0778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265040134296341586" /></a>This is my baby- Tigo, trying to fit in the little dog's dog bed. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SREtquulv4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/p12QmRU3ei8/s1600-h/100_0780.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SREtquulv4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/p12QmRU3ei8/s320/100_0780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265039651494018946" /></a>In case anyone was curious- here's a picture of our prize winning pumpkin. We called it the Nerd O' Lantern and we won the prize for funniest pumpkin.Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-9792486292793540102008-10-29T20:24:00.001-07:002008-10-29T20:31:36.317-07:002 years and counting!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SQkqbwS1dbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BNpD92lIT-g/s1600-h/100_0672.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SQkqbwS1dbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BNpD92lIT-g/s320/100_0672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262784295867872690" /></a><br />So yesterday was our 2 year anniversary. I know some of you have been married probably as long as I've been alive, but anyways... I don't know about anyone else, but the 2nd year was way better than the first. I think you finally start to get used to each other's quirks and start to laugh at yourself and each other. So for our anniversary we carved a pumpkin (for my work Halloween contest... and it won 1st prize!), cooked dinner together, and read about 50 of the emails we sent before we even met. In case anyone doesn't know- Justin and I "met" through a social networking site. We started emailing each other while he was deployed to Iraq in the summer of 2005. I think we emailed almost every day until he came home in December of 2005. Kinda odd since I am terrible at emailing and he really is too. It was fun looking back and seeing what we were thinking before we even met. Anyone else have fun or funny anniversary traditions?<div><br /></div><div> </div>Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-47855659850269773352008-10-29T15:46:00.001-07:002008-10-29T15:52:16.292-07:00Recipe of the week- stuffed poblano peppers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SQjoFFt_8kI/AAAAAAAAAF8/b1HEI_XOGJk/s1600-h/100_0774.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SQjoFFt_8kI/AAAAAAAAAF8/b1HEI_XOGJk/s320/100_0774.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262711338714526274" /></a>Ingredients:<div>4 whole poblano peppers</div><div>1 lb ground turkey meat</div><div>1 can whole kernel corn</div><div>1 can pinto or kidney beans</div><div>1 cup monterey jack cheese</div><div>Optional: salsa</div><div><br /></div><div>Directions:</div><div>1. Wash peppers, split lengthwise (but make sure they stay together at the stem) and remove seeds</div><div>2. Put split peppers under broiler on high until they begin to blister and slightly blacken (about 5 minutes depending on your broiler and how large the peppers are)</div><div>3. Brown ground turkey (or beef if you must) and drain fat from pan. Drain cans of corn and beans and add to meat.</div><div>4. Fill peppers with filling mixture and top with 1/4 cup cheese each.</div><div>5. Return to broiler until cheese is melted and bubbly.</div><div>6. Serve with salsa </div><div><br /></div><div>A great family friendly dinner that has lots of nutrients too!</div>Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-2968143794898630422008-10-18T08:44:00.001-07:002008-10-18T09:07:13.824-07:00Recipe of the week- green chile breakfast casserole<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SPoGS6sh-yI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_4MI8EbV460/s1600-h/100_0770.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SPoGS6sh-yI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_4MI8EbV460/s320/100_0770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258522436971920162" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SPoGTLNJApI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sZgpIs5PRkg/s1600-h/100_0772.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SPoGTLNJApI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sZgpIs5PRkg/s320/100_0772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258522441403662994" /></a><br />So since I love to cook- I've decided to add a recipe of the week day to my blog. Feel free to copy any of these recipes and let me know how you liked em. Happy Cooking!<div><br /></div><div>This is one of my husband's favorite breakfast recipes and it's got lots of options depending on what your family likes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Green Chile breakfast casserole</div><div>Ingredients:</div><div>12 eggs</div><div>6 fresh roasted green chiles or if you don't have these where you live you can use canned green chile- 1 large cans or 3 small cans + 2 finely chopped jalapenos </div><div>1 block Neufantel cheese (or 1/3 less fat cream cheese) softened</div><div>1lb turkey sausage (or if you must, pork sausage)</div><div>3/4 cup colby jack shredded cheese </div><div>salt and pepper to season</div><div><br /></div><div>*options... meat can be left out as well as the jalapenos (but if you're using canned green chile you'll really need something to give it a little spice)</div><div><br /></div><div>Preheat oven to 350 and spray a large casserole dish with Pam</div><div>1. Brown sausage on stovetop and drain off fat.</div><div>2. Blend 12 eggs with cream cheese, shredded cheese, a dash of salt and pepper, and chiles on medium low with hand mixer or stand mixer</div><div>3. Add in sausage and pour into casserole</div><div>4. Bake for 30-40 minutes... until eggs are firm and casserole starts to brown </div><div>5. Allow to cool for about 5-10 minutes and serve plain or with salsa.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-47724100304848577662008-10-17T18:36:00.000-07:002008-10-18T09:14:39.210-07:00Calling all chihuahua lovers!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SPoLHRr6xwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cj8HAuXXjUc/s1600-h/100_0197.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SPoLHRr6xwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cj8HAuXXjUc/s320/100_0197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258527734543075074" /></a><br />We need you help! Our local humane society is shutting down a dog hoarder living in a town 20 minutes from us and soon there will be almost 100 chihuahuas that will need foster or forever homes. These dogs can be transported to anywhere in the US. Please contact me dreyeramanda@yahoo.com or my husband justindreyer@yahoo.com if there is any way you could help with this rescue effort.<div><br /></div><div>*** Also- I would really appreciate anyone reposting this on your blog! </div>Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-89302312724602950312008-10-08T22:24:00.001-07:002008-10-08T22:39:02.425-07:00Kinda new rescues<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SO2Y597gpmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GgU0arwiiq8/s1600-h/100_0688.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SO2Y597gpmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GgU0arwiiq8/s320/100_0688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255024461855368802" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SO2Y6PkyImI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6DvkWIqjb6g/s1600-h/100_0693.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SO2Y6PkyImI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6DvkWIqjb6g/s320/100_0693.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255024466591883874" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SO2W-ooMCDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/M2DfSIn_VsI/s1600-h/100_0700.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SO2W-ooMCDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/M2DfSIn_VsI/s320/100_0700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255022343013271602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SO2WiQc5n-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/OVNbTx3xnkI/s1600-h/100_0652.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SO2WiQc5n-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/OVNbTx3xnkI/s320/100_0652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255021855487139810" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SO2WBN8rNhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4JxIcdXErQo/s1600-h/100_0675.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66PpAtNQmbM/SO2WBN8rNhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4JxIcdXErQo/s320/100_0675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255021287879423506" /></a><br />So I was thinking about this today and I realized that I hadn't posted about our newest rescue (Tiger), but I also never posted about our rescues from Monticello(Sally and Sammie). We picked up two dogs from the Monticello dump the day before we left to move to Hobbs. I won't put up the before pictures of those two because it would gross you out... no hair... bleeding from the lack of skin, skin and bones, but they are finally healthy and doing well now. Sammie is playful and will sit at your feet and just look at you as if to say "please pet me". Sally is more reserved and likes to cuddle up to Tigo or snuggle into your lap. Tiger is a dog we found on the side of the road here... we think he is a boston terrier and pug mix. He totally cracks us up! He is a ball of energy, but loves to be held like a baby and get a belly rub. So now in the 2 years that Justin and I have been married, we have had 16 dogs! We are definately missing our big yard! If anyone is interested in adopting one of these sweethearts, please let me know!Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-395397438556439129.post-31730528205642912132008-10-01T21:20:00.000-07:002008-10-01T21:28:06.363-07:00Fasting...Inspired by <a href="http://peaceandcraziness.blogspot.com/">Mandy's</a> recent posts I thought I'd post a discussion question of my own.<div>How do you feel about Biblical fasting in today's context? Have you ever done it? What was your experience? I'll share my views etc. later in the week.</div>Amanda and Justin Dreyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04777678188303126021noreply@blogger.com3